Oh, the loneliness of being the one with the drive and the skills and the muscle to be way out front in a race.
I don’t like loneliness, so that’s why I hang back in races. Way, way back. Like, the last place. It’s friendlier there. Any spectators that are left by the time I pass? Very encouraging things to say. “don’t give up!” and “You can do it!” and “You ain’t dead yet! Keep goin’!” Plus, you’re going slow enough to have a little conversation. That guy way out front? He didn’t have time to hear anything anyone said to him as he went by. It was all just a roaring blur of adulation and thrill.
Bah.
Pedal Pedal *attach motor* pedal putt putt pedal
My graduation present (that I asked for) was a bicycle. Back then they had some weird rules about assets and I couldn’t afford a car at college, and I knew so. I had one of those cheap tin aftermarket ‘license plates’ that said BIKE on it, that I attached to the pannier baskets I’d put on it. Then I had a teeshirt made that said ‘Bike Motor’…. on the back.
Here, are we even sure it IS Paste? Could be the guy that came and bought an aquamarine bike… hm.
yeah, the 3rd frame does not look like a paste helmet, and the posture is too refined
And some of that musing of words is also sounding not like Paste either. We shall see when the mud flakes off, who that is. Hrm.
I had assumed that it was not paste, and then just wondered if it was… I think not. Paste is everything shorter than this person.
On the plus side, when he collapses in a heap, it’ll be hours before anyone else can catch up. That’s plenty of time to call Uber Eats.
Love the spelling changes! 🙂
The pack will eventually run him down. All that extra weight will tire him out.